I have a story also, but not as sad. In 1986, I was 19 years old, making great money, and still lived at home with mom and dad. I was about to buy a Monte like the one this thread is about. I thought just to rule it out, I should look at Formula 350s. Go to Pontiac dealer and get helped by a beautiful blonde girl. Long story short I leave having ordered her dream car, a black fiero se. aero package, v6 manual. Nice looking car but not what I set out to buy. I was too shy to ask her out. When it finally comes in my plan was to ask her to ride along on the first drive and ask her out. I get there and she no longer works there and the car has 16 miles on it because some jackass salesman wanted to take it for a spin. I’m stuck with a fag car and no date.